Bobbin Threadbare wrote :-

Hi diary!

Everyone's been talking about the end times lateley these days. It's kind of sad. I think it's cause when Sience Team took over alot of dwarves were dying everywhere. But I got a bunch more siblings so it doesn't feel lonly. But Mom is spending all her time with them because their babies and they need a bunch of atention or that's what she says. I think their greedy and complain alot. So I have been spending alot of time with the plants which is fun but hard and I still hang out with Penguingo alot

Some lady just ran passed screeming about demons or something. I better go now diary.

Schneeble wrote :-

A few Pages from the recovered
Journal of Schneeble Mozibast,
precise Date unknown

Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the near-constant attacks by goblins or elves or Arrogant Ones or terrors from the deeps. Maybe it's the tunnel of whispers. Every dwarf who comes to Gemclod has a listen at those walls sooner or later. The old-timers say that they also used to have a finger hacked off to show moxie, but some trends fade quickly I guess.

Whatever the cause, this final bastion of dwarvenkind shows us to be a people in the throes of madness. I don't know how else to frame it except in terms of disease, like rabies or scrapie. The fortress that may someday be our final tomb is topped by some sort of drinking bird construction, and the baron has a very literal tomb inside a huge statue of himself.

That's not to mention the "hospital," which is apparently a place where they drown sick or injured dwarves, or the enormous vat of gently bubbling lava where they burn sick or injured everything else. I thought that the overseers here were really on to a good idea when they built a breeding pen for war crocodiles, but then I learned that the vicious reptiles were just kept around for their menacing postures.

It turns out that the baron with the tomb I mentioned has something against domestication. The madness of it! Were dwarves not created to be shepherds of all the world's creatures, to lead them into bloody battle no matter their size or fitness, and to cook and eat those too weak to survive?

At any rate I hope the future leaders of this place start to look around and take note of the few real assets we have in this isolate, miserable stinkhole. I'd give them a hint if I could: it takes a lot less effort to destroy our enemies and feed our warriors with an army of war crocodiles than with a few ugly mudstone statues!